Published: February 6, 2025
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Ye Zhongming looked at the red-haired figure, feeling a complex mix of emotions.
The red-haired figure seemed oblivious to Ye Zhongming's blade, opening her mouth and struggling to speak human language.
"I, dislike, it."
Her tone was firm and stubborn as she glared at the Iron Corpse standing beside Ye Zhongming, showing clear hostility.
Slowly lowering his blade, Ye Zhongming was taken aback by this red-haired iron corpse that could speak and seemed to have its own thoughts.
The corners of the red-haired figure's mouth twitched upwards, as if pleased by Ye Zhongming's gesture, though the muscles in her face remained stiff, preventing her from smiling.
She even blinked.
Ye Zhongming swore he had never noticed whether the red-haired figure could blink before.
Suddenly, the red-haired figure bypassed Ye Zhongming, grabbing the newly 'born' Iron Corpse and biting into its neck.
Ye Zhongming stirred but did not stop her.
As the red-haired figure began to drain the blood from the male Iron Corpse, the connection between Ye Zhongming and her suddenly resumed, similar to when she had just been created. In fact, their connection formed a bridge linking to a mysterious spiritual realm. However, this connection was much more equal and no longer had the previous subordinate relationship.
The male Iron Corpse quickly turned into a true dry corpse, and with a push from the red-haired figure, it fell into the Blood Pool where it was born.
"I, do, not, like, it." The red-haired figure repeated her sentiment, expressing her current emotions like a child vying for affection, "But it can, give me, power."
This sentence flowed a bit better, indicating she was getting used to this form of communication.
Ye Zhongming noticed that the red-haired figure's hair had grown longer, now reaching past her waist.
At the same time, he felt that the red-haired figure's strength had indeed improved slightly; it seemed that the Iron Corpses he created could serve as her nourishment.
"You saved me." These four words formed seamlessly, and Ye Zhongming was slightly surprised. It was clear the red-haired figure was referring to how he had pulled her out from a pile of corpses to turn her into a human puppet and allowed her to take revenge herself.
Unexpectedly, the red-haired figure not only gained intelligence but also had memories.
"Thank you." The red-haired figure presented him with something.
It was a bottle of three-star evolution elixir.
If others knew that a once-missing puppet, an Iron Corpse that didn't even count as human, was offering a bottle of three-star evolution elixir that could ignite a bloodbath among all the forces in Ying City to thank her former master, who knows what kind of expression would be on their faces.
Seeing that Ye Zhongming did not take it immediately, the red-haired figure seemed to be puzzled, wondering if he disliked the elixir.
She moved closer to him, the faint smell of blood not unpleasant, and enunciated clearly: "I, like, you, do not like it, this, is for you, not for, it."
As she spoke, the red-haired figure pointed at the male Iron Corpse she had killed, leaving Ye Zhongming both amused and exasperated.
"Well, I thank you too." After receiving the three-star evolution elixir, Ye Zhongming blurted out.
The corners of the red-haired figure's mouth turned up again, clearly smiling once more.
It was at this moment that Ye Zhongming truly took a good look at the red-haired figure.
Without a doubt, she was a very beautiful woman, her age rendered untraceable due to her near-rebirth experiences, but Ye Zhongming had caught a glimpse of her in the new district base and recalled she looked to be in her early twenties.
However, this woman had now transformed into a species that Ye Zhongming could not identify; it was uncertain whether this was her fortune or misfortune.